He looked down to where blood stained the thin rag covering his upper body. The person who had just stabbed him, running away. His body was in so much pain as he walked down the isolated alleyway, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Leaning and sliding down the wall to sit as he grunted. "...fuck." He lifted the hand that was resting on the wound to see that it was also covered in blood "I guess this is where I die."
He passed.
